A demon, the first individual he has found here aside from the Maidens and the shadow creatures... after running for so long, without any purpose, Valentine remained in this darker world with a progressively decaying mind, aware that he's somehow fucked and there isn't much hope.
'No matter where I run to, it is always the same.'
The darker world is way more devastating than the original light grey and white, it is a purposeless prison, but in this prison, he wasn't the only one present.
...
Scratching walls, murmuring words... such was the way Valentine found himself in front of an intriguing encounter.
The demon's body camouflaged perfectly in the darker world, he was white-skinned, but black lines ran all over his body like a zebra of sorts but with a deeper meaning and organisation to them as if they were curses plastered on the body of an individual.
